There's Always You and Me

Chapter 3

Looking back on it, they really shouldn't have watched the Star Wars movies.

Turns out, neither could stop once they started.

So, they spent the whole night and a bit of the morning finishing them and now both were dead tired. Sadly, it was Friday and Percy had school. Being the new kid still, he couldn't miss a day and now he was regretting watching anything with Damon.

"I hate you," He groaned, wrapping his blanket around him more as he rolled a bit on the floor. They watched the movies in the living room, seeing as that was where the only TV was. At first, they were on the couch but, by the third movie, they had, somehow, ended up on the floor with a mountain of pillows and blankets.

"No, you don't," Damon's voice was too cheerful for five in the morning and it just made Percy try to hide in his blanket even more.

"I'll kill you, Salvatore. "I'm vicious."

"I'd like to see you try," The brunette smirked and laughed when the other just poked his side consistently. "Oh, no, I'm quaking in my boots."

"Fear me," Percy muttered before pushing off his blanket and getting up. He was going agonizingly slow, still half-asleep, and he stumbled to the hall. He looked over at Damon, who was leaning against the couch, and pointed at him, "You are driving me to school."

The vampire grinned and gave a mock salute, "Yes, sir."

The green-eyed teen stared at him for a moment before nodding, walking off to his room.

When the other left, Damon took the time to contemplate on what the hell was going on. First, he willingly approached a human and didn't feel tempted to kill him, and then he, again, willingly drove the guy home. Then he picked him up at school and watched all of the Star Wars movies. All of them. Now, he was driving him to school.

What the hell?

Damon wasn't known for befriending humans... Or anyone, really, and, yet, here he was hanging out with someone like they were... They were friends. It was strange and bizarre and... Damon, actually, kind of... Liked it.

Stefan would flip.

The vampire could hear his friend(?) in the other room, opening and closing drawers while muttering. "Stupid morning... Stupid sunlight... Stupid-" There was a crash and Percy cursed, "Fuck. Stupid phone wanting to attack the ground... Damn, I need coffee..."

The eldest Salvatore had to smile at that. Apparently, the teen wasn't a morning person. He got up and stretched before heading to the kitchen, humming quietly to himself. He was tired, sure, but he knew he was more awake than Percy. He could handle not sleeping for a whole night. Percy could too, he was sure, but the world couldn't handle a sleep-deprived Percy. That, Damon knew for fact in his unbeating heart.

Percy came out a few minutes later dressed in a blue shirt with black pants, shoes not even on yet. He stumbled in the kitchen and looked up at Damon, who was holding out a cup of coffee. He looked at the cup, then at the vampire, and then back at the cup, reaching forward, "You... Are perfect, Damon Salvatore. Absolutely perfect."

Damon preened at the compliment. It felt nice to hear that instead of having someone call him a monster and a psychopath.

Damn, he was going soft. He'll claim he was saving himself by giving the other coffee.

"Ready to go?" The Salvatore grinned, nudging the human towards the door. He had another cup of coffee in his hand, drinking from it slowly. Percy was gulping his down like there was nothing else in the world and this was the last time he could ever taste the hot drink.